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My balls slap against her, heavy with the need to spill.

“Goddamnit,” I say through clenched teeth. “Even your cunt is holy, Angel.”

When her lips curve into a small smile, one full of mischief and humour, my own grin follows.

Now that’s a fucking smile.

The only fucking smile I ever want to see. A smile that comes with a blushing face and sparkling eyes. A smile that I put there.

Falling into that perfect smile, I spill inside of her, pressing my lips to hers once more as I tumble with her.

Chapter 19

Maddison

Never once have I been behind schedule for an event until now.

Not that I’m drastically falling behind, but usually by the week of an event, everything is set in motion. The charity event in the name of Senator Hargrove is this Friday night, and I only have two more days to go.

I have been... distracted, to say the least. Every time I sit behind my computer screen, my skin buzzes like a live wire when I think about the weekend. My body still aches from the way they took me, and lingering bruises still mark my skin. It’s plaguing every second of my mind.

Which scares me. But also excites me. I need to focus, though. Everything needs to go smoothly on Friday.

My wild thoughts almost distract me from the thought that I’ll be attending the event with the mystery man I met on the weekend. I wonder what he’ll expect of me. Wonder if he’ll be as cruel as my father’s other associates. Or if he’ll be even worse.

I shake my head and force my attention back to the screen.

Spreadsheets blur together, numbers swimming as I click through tabs I’ve already checked twice. Everything technically is on track. Vendors confirmed. Seating chart finalised. Security arrangements locked in. If anyone looked over my shoulder, they’d think I was perfectly on top of it.

I don’t feel like it.

The only part of me that feels satisfied is the fact that we’ve already raised 1.3 million dollars for our charity, in the name of reputation rebranding. It settles something in my soul, knowing the number will only grow during the night of the event. Celebrities pledging in front of the cameras in their extravagant gowns.

The main part of the event is the red carpet, and the ridiculous amount of money spent on photographers all ready to get the best shot. An email pops up from the vendor, photos of the huge grounds getting set up as we speak.

I’ve chosen a massive hall, made from marble and stone, sitting on acres of beautiful grounds. It’s grand and ostentatious. Glittering and golden. The ceiling is so high it makes the people beneath it look small, chandeliers hanging like constellations frozen mid fall.

Columns line the walls; towering glass doors, arched and framed in stone, open outwards on one side. They open to another world. There’s even a damn maze made of hedges that winds around and around.

And it’s perfect for a man who needs his image scrubbed from that of a sex-addict politician.

My hand goes for my phone, before I stop myself. I haven’t heard from Ash in days. Not since he took me back to my apartment and left me in the middle of the night.

No messages, no calls.

The only part of him is my little shadow that still follows me everywhere. When I parked my car in the garage this morning, a rumble of a Harley alerted me to Kai, who remained in the shadows. Still, I smiled at the thought of it. It felt... nice. Like, maybe he cared.

It’s good that he hasn’t contacted me, I tell myself.

I’m losing my head enough as it is. Space for my thoughts to settle instead of spiralling into places they don’t belong. Space for my body to stop lighting up every time I remember a moment. Space to remind myself that whatever happened on that lookout doesn’t get to rearrange my life.

Something happened up there, in the darkness, with the city sparkling beneath us. It was different. There weren’t any games. No lies or taunts. Just me and him. Thinking about it now has me short of breath, panic lacing my nerves.

Yes... the silence is needed.

I snatch my phone off my desk, anyway, dialling a different number.

“Hey, girl,” a sweet voice coos and I smile immediately.